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‘In 77 countries it’s a crime to be gay. You can be thrown in jail or even killed for who you love and who you are by an accident of where you were born. Across the world, there are millions of reasonable, fair-minded people who don’t think that’s okay – but many fewer know that this is the reality for lesbian, gay, bi and trans people in so many places,From Andre and Jeremy at All Out.

As today is the start of the Hop Against Homophobia, I thought it would be a good time to bring this appalling fact to people’s attention.

Imagine, because of who you love, you can be thrown into prison, beaten, flogged, stoned and even put to death. And this, in the 21st century! It is like being punished for having blonde hair, green eyes, freckles or because you are tall or short. It is something you cannot help, you were born that way. It’s natural, and, if you will, God given.

Here are some horrifying facts;

4,000 lesbians and gays have been executed since the 1979 Islamic revolution. Methods of execution include; beheading, chopped in two, stoning to death, burning alive, and being thrown alive from a high building
Name, age and method of execution records for 152 individuals charged with homosexuality related offences between 1979 – 2007
Gay Iranian who had been persecuted because of his sexuality and had been thrown in jail, shoots and kills himself after his UK asylum appeal is denied
Iranian President in a speech at a top US university: “In Iran we don’t have homosexuals like in your country”
Two teens held in prison for 14 months and severely beaten, are publicly executed in Edalat (Justice) Square for the crime of homosexuality
Two men are publicly executed in Shahid Bahonar Square for the crime of homosexuality
A man is executed for acts he (allegedly) committed at the age of 13, even though the alleged victims withdrew their accusations and reportedly stated that they had either lied previously or had been forced to “confess”
Gay men are being persecuted, tortured and coerced into undergoing sex reassignment procedures. Transsexuals are being coerced into sex/raped by their surgeons
18-year-old man is sentenced to death by hanging for ‘sexual assault’, despite his accuser admitting that he lied, and withdrawing his accusation of sexual assault
Transexual is robbed and strangled to death by her brothers in her apartment because they “opposed her immorality”
2 heterosexual footballers suspended and fined £25,000 each for the “shameless” and “ugly” act of buttock squeezing during a goal celebration. They now face a possible two months in prison and 74 lashes
Influential cleric entitled to issue juristic rulings says homosexuals are inferior to dogs and pigs, blames them for the spread of Aids and says pro-gay western lawmakers are lower than animals
Iranian legal code does not “differentiate between rape and homosexual acts”, another four men sentenced to death by hanging for sodomy in accordance to Shari’ah law.

And this is just in Iran. There are many more countries which persecute and punish GLBTQ people, and in the most vile ways.

These facts fill me with anger and sadness. I used to say it was an ‘impotent’ anger. But impotent means ‘unable to take effective action; helpless or powerless. But we AREN’T helpless. We are NOT powerless and we CAN take effective action.

If enough of us raised our voices, took to the streets, signed petitions, and helped to raise awareness everywhere we can of these dreadful crimes against GLBTQ people, something can be done.

These people need our help, and they need it NOW. They should NOT be punished for loving who they do. How dreadful it must be to feel you have to live a lie, to live in fear and terror that tomorrow, there may be that knock on your door….and you will be hauled off to prison for being WHO you are and loving who you do.

If you want to help, please visit AllOut
AllOut is an organisation which raises awareness of the plight of GLBTQ people around the world. Their mission is simple……
‘…to build a world where no person will have to sacrifice family or freedom, safety or dignity, because of who they are or whom they love’

Thank you for reading…and, to visit other sites who are participating in this splendid Hop….please visit THIS PAGE and enjoy.

Thank you for having me as your guest, Jessie. I’m really excited to be here today to share Wake Up to Shine, a brand new gay BDSM fantasy romance, with you and your readers. But first a little bit of housekeeping: everything in this blog post is intended for adult readers only. If anybody younger than eighteen stumbled upon the article by chance – please don’t read further.
For the rest of us, let’s go ahead and see what the book is about before we peek behind the scenes.
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The blurb: “Let a real life dominant pull you into an electrifying gay BDSM fantasy.”

Mortal pets create only problems. But if your lover is Belial, the Prince of Trickery, the Lord of Lust and the Antilight, the chances that he will stop growing his collection of playthings are slim. Adhemar knows it, and the only way to win in this situation is to accept a bet that makes his stomach clench.

The stakes are high but so is the prize, and if he plays his cards well, he will show Belial what little allure mortals hold. Then his demon will resign his plays. Adhemar only needs to find two men with zero probability of falling in love with each other.

Charismatic, successful, and handsome music producer Sam Nuada. A bored dominant man cherishing an impossible ideal of an independent submissive. He doesn’t do contracts, safe words, and scenes. He isn’t clad in leather and despises collaring ceremonies. If he were a king, he would want his first knight. A man who would follow him willingly and at the same time would use his own wits if the situation demands it.

Plain Rick Sherlan whose only alluring trait is his voice. A submissive virgin with a strong desire to please and obey. If Sam were a king, Rick would be happy as his squire, as his servant boy. He would bend over backwards just to hear Sam’s satisfied purrs… if he weren’t plagued by an unhealthy addiction to seeking the longest, most dangerous, and least effective shortcuts to his goals. But it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t live a fantasy full of kings, knights, and pages. He lives a fairy tale… about the ugly duckling. Only in his version, the duckling never transforms into a beautiful swan.

But Love is the strangest god, and events set in motion by the bet, a quiet summer night on San Malo beach, an old song sung in a tenor of unearthly beauty, and one intense physical examination unfold in ways Adhemar would never have seen coming.

Sam takes Rick in hand quite literally, and the feedback he provides to his young charge is… rather physical in its nature. Domestic discipline rules, ideals blur, and hearts speak.

And when Adhemar’s own past and his longing for the stage kick in, when fascination with the dynamics between the two men creeps up on him, he is no longer so sure he will win the bet. Maybe, just maybe, it would be better to see Rick shine and win the Pop Star contest and Sam’s love.

Will he? And what role will Adhemar play in his fate?
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Intrigued? Then you might enjoy an interview with Rick and Sam. Both have graciously agreed to squeeze it into their admittedly busy schedule, and now are lounging on the comfortable sofa in my writer’s den, waiting for me to descend in my armchair. Well, truth to be told: Sam is sprawling, relaxed and self-confident; Rick, though he had lolled around here many an hour, is far more cautious now. He just dislikes interviews, I know. But a bottle of cider standing on the coffee table, as well as the already filled glasses show Sam has taken steps to help him unwind and enjoy the moment.

“It’s just a chat,” I smile at the shy star. “And you can always resort to ‘No Comment’ if I get too nosy.”

Rick snorts with a half-repressed chuckle. “As if that ever works with you,” he complains, but the tension is already melting. His writer… that he can handle, and the press is nowhere to be seen, so he allows himself to loosen up and lean back in the sofa to seek a contact with Sam’s body.

Sam tugs him into a light cuddle, draping his arm around him loosely but protectively at the same time. And the simple gesture makes Rick beam a smile that lights his face like autumn sunshine lights the shire. He’s beautiful, and I still sometimes doubt he fully realizes it. Fixing his emerald eyes on me, he gives me a small nod to signal he’s ready to start, and I coax: “Tell the readers something about your world.”

“Hmm,” he hums, pondering what I might want to hear. “Our world is your world, really. You know London, Paris, San Malo… you’ve walked their streets,” he offers in the end, unsure what else to say.

“Yes, I have, but some of the readers haven’t,” I prompt him to elaborate a bit.

“True. Well, Sam and I spend quite a lot of time in his house in Paris whenever we can, tho we’re both from London. Paris is quite unlike other big cities. She’s got that French charm around her, and she smells wonderful and awful at the same time. Croissants, coffee, and urine… find that smell anywhere else in the early morning,” he grins. “But… my favorite place really is San Malo. That’s where I fell in love.” The confession slips off his lips and though he still looks at me, his fingers twine with Sam’s. Locked together like pieces of a puzzle they are, and the image speaks louder than words.

“We’ll grab a couple of days for ourselves there before the tourist season starts,” Sam promises quietly, interspersing his words with light nips targeting Rick’s earlobe.

Squirming, Rick fights to bottle up giggles, and for once the next question is going to save him. Though only momentarily. “Sam, what do you want the readers to know about you?”

Sam ignores me for a few seconds, happily nibbling away until he elicits the helpless snicker. Only then he lets go of Rick’s ear, and turns his attention to me. “You’ve already told them everything of importance,” his brows climb as he playfully accuses me of indiscretions.

“You know, consorting with a writer…” I let that trail off, and he chuckles. “Gets you written in a book, okay, I get it.” Shaking his head, he volunteers: “My life had been quite empty before I met Rick. So, really, everything important is in the book. That tells our story from the start.”

Rick presses closer to him man, so much in the fire of love that he could set the sofa aflame. But they have to wait a little longer for the private moments. There still are a few questions to go through, but I know I should speed up before they grow impatient. I give a nod of agreement to Sam’s answer, and shoot the next question: “What are you proud of?”

The reply comes without a second of hesitation: “Of Rick. Many think he’s a born star. And few know how hard he has worked for his success, never giving up however rough things have been on him.”

“Or how tough a manager you are, that they don’t know either,” Rick purses his lips in a feigned complaint.

“Kiddo,” Sam warns softly, but we all know it’s just a play. Rick apparently wants something from his lover, and is going to get it a little bit later.

I smirk knowingly and get almost imperceptible shrugs in response. Oh yes, we share some bedroom preferences. Which leads me to the next nosy question: “What would you never share?”

“My lover,” they answer in unison, and they mean it. However fond they are of Adhemar’s and Belial’s company these days, they aren’t going to partake in any group sex orgies. Sam’s possessiveness prevents any such intentions. And Rick is only glad. His paradise lies behind the door to his and Sam’s bedroom, and it’s a very private place for both of them. Though… they know they’re watched from time to time.

But now we’re not about to discuss instances of voyeurism. Instead I ask: “What is your most intense memory?”

Rick closes his eyes to lure the recollection closer, and Sam slowly pulls him into a tighter embrace. Neither of them speaks for long moments. Sam respecting the memory, Rick lost in the past. Only after a while Rick opens his eyes again and his irises shine like precious stones when he says: “Singing my professions of love to Sam, that I will never forget.”

“Neither will I, baby,” Sam murmurs, while his fingers get a gentle hold of Rick’s chin to turn his face to him. A second later I witness a slow and tender kiss. I doubt they even know I’m still here, so absorbed they are in claiming each other’s mouth.

Well, I can wait, and do… until they pull away from their caress. Only then I ask: “Who is the greatest love of your life?”

Their names twine in the answer, but they don’t even look at me. They just gaze into each other’s eyes and I have a precious little time to bring our chat to a finish before they start to fidget in a barely concealed need to dispatch me out of my own room, or to take the stairs to the upper story by two.

“Tell me about your best ever kiss,” I prompt, and Rick releases a wistful sigh: “The first one.” For a moment Sam glances at me, a crooked grin plastered on his mouth. “You know all the juicy details, and have our permission to share them. Now if you…”

“Excuse us, I know,” I nod, and stand up. Our today’s session is over. The answer to the last question: “Where can the readers meet you again?” is obvious. In Wake Up to Shine. As for me, I can meet them later. Here. But I’d better knock the door.

Now… the kiss Rick spoke about:
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And before he knew it, he danced. Hesitantly melting into the rhythm and Sam’s touches, he let himself be led and guided. And boy, did it feel good. Sighing softly, he closed his eyes and just followed every nudge and hint given to him by Sam’s body. It was like flying through the skies, free and protected and… loved.

His breath hitched. He shouldn’t allow himself such hopeless dreams. And the hitch promptly turned into a gasp when he suddenly felt a wall behind his back and Sam’s lips on his. It was but a mere brush of soft flesh against soft flesh, but it made his knees buckle and his hands cling onto Sam tighter. He wanted this, wanted this, wanted this… and didn’t know how to let his Satan know.

“It’s alright, baby. I won’t hurt you,” caressed his pouts, and he almost gave a sob in return. He was already hurt and in pains of unrequited love. It could hardly be much worse. How could Sam ever love him? They would walk side by side and just everybody would have to shake their heads in disbelief. He was like a donkey paired with an Arabian entire. This would never, never work.

But still his lips opened ajar, inviting Sam’s tongue to fondle them. Warm, moist velvet stroked his sensitive skin again and again until he thought he would dissolve under its slow teases. He longed for more. There was something more to be had. Only he didn’t know what it was.

A frustrated keen escaped his mouth, and his Lucifer took it as an encouragement. The next second Sam’s tongue tapped on the closed gate of his teeth patiently, persuading it to open. A kiss. Rick couldn’t believe his senses. He had dreamed of this moment for so many nights. Now it was here, and he didn’t know how to react. Craving the caress and fearing it at the same time, he grit his teeth. But soon he learned that while bones were harder than flesh, the gate couldn’t resist the gentle assails of the warm ram and let it in with feverish exultation.

Sam’s presence sailed into him like a slow inebriation. Bitter sweet oranges. He was drowning in their almost narcotic flavor mixed with the heat of spotlights. His Lucifer tasted like success. Just as heady. Moaning sweetly into the caress, Rick began to suck on Sam’s tongue, led purely by his instincts, savoring the caring dominance exercised over him.

Sandalwood, green lemons, and the glamor of fame… Sam’s scent fumed up his nose and wiped off everything. The whole world but for the taste of Sam’s kiss, the feel of his touches, his sensual smell. Warmth and firmness of Sam’s body enclosed him like a prison he didn’t wish to escape. Every thrust of his tongue, his fingers tangled in his hair, his thigh wedged between his legs… Rick needed it all. So much that he was almost choking on his desire. It pulsed, it swelled, it filled his mouth, his mind, his soul. It burst in his heart and shred it to bleeding pieces. It would never be whole again. Not after this kiss.
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This gay BDSM fantasy romance belongs to the Guardian Demon Series that will hold you prisoner to unforgettable stories of life, love, and lust. Set both in an intriguing fantasy world and modern France, Wake Up to Shine combines the paranormal fantasy and contemporary romance genres. If you like reading about gay men, enjoy explicit erotic scenes, and love complex characters and plots, this is a must have for you.

Own the book now and savor this romance, spiced up with the hottest gay BDSM. Kink, domestic discipline, and a tender gay love story wait for you on the pages.

Erotic content: gay spanking, medical kink, enema, anal and oral sex, soap punishment, and an intense orgasm in bondage and silk. You won’t believe what can be used as the restraints until you read the story.

And if you read it, you can win another title from my backlist. What you need to do to enter the giveaway? Just answer my question: “What did Sam use as the restraints in the night of bondage and silk?” Send your answer to ciarandwynvil@yahoo.com

The first and the thirtieth person who will send me a correct answer will get another title from the backlist of my Guardian Demon Series. Please include the title of your choice in your e-mail, so that I can send you your copy right away in case your entry wins. The giveaway runs until the 30th of September 2013, and I will contact the winners by e-mail.

You might be wondering if it’s needed to read the other titles in the series before opening the pages of Wake Up to Shine. No, it isn’t. It can be enjoyed as a stand-alone book, though people who are already familiar with the other titles in Guardian Demon Series will love references to its preceding volumes. In a way, Wake Up to Shine is a free sequel to In Blue Poppy Fields, and it contains also a short reference to Trails of Love I Crawl.
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Thanks again for having me and my men over today. It’s been a real pleasure to visit you.
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Today, my guest is author, Ciaran Dwynvil to celebrate the release of his latest book, In Blue Poppy Fields Part 2.

So without further ado, here’s Ciaran.

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“Let a real life dominant tell you an electrifying story of dominance & submission.”

Thank you for having me as your guest, Jessie. I’m really excited to be here today to share In Blue Poppy Fields Parts 1&2 with you and your readers. But first a little bit of housekeeping: everything in this blog post is intended for adult readers only. If anybody younger than eighteen stumbled upon the article by chance – please don’t read further.

For the rest of us, let’s go ahead.

In Blue Poppy Fields: This irresistible gay erotic paranormal fantasy belongs to Guardian Demon Series that will hold you prisoner to unforgettable stories of life, love and lust set amid a fascinating fantasy world. That’s what you can read in the books’ description. But… where will I really take you?

Taste it:
The dance was both heaven and hell. Promising pleasure and denying the immediate satiation of lust. Giving a little that was never enough. Again and again they stamped, again and again they swirled around, again and again their palms and orbs met in need, again and again their fingers avid for pleasure groped and stroked firm flesh. Until he almost couldn’t bear the fever of this night longer.

And then, just in his mind, he heard a husky and rich, though slightly breathless: “Choose two of them.” Hunt and Trickery and Blood. Now. Craving pulsed in his every nerve when his eyes roved over the circle. A young red-haired stud with bare chest caught his attention. And then a youth with long golden locks. Their color in the light of fires was like molten gold, and his slender body promised cat-like litheness.

Dancing closer to the one whose mane was on fire like the sky at sunset, he saw in the corner of his eye Belial approaching the other one. Their hands reached out almost at the same moment and dragged the prey onto the dance floor. And the crowd roared its throat hoarse in shrieks and whoops. The nobility chose their mates for tonight. In the night of Bain all were equal. And all was possible under the sky where the full moon was making love to midnight clouds veiling it in tender embraces.

The two young ones Adhemar had chosen were enraptured, enamored, aroused, and excited. Life radiated from them in strong, desirous waves. They were breathing, dancing, and longing. And their very desire was bringing them closer and closer to their deaths. They knew nothing of their fate. With young passion, they wanted to give themselves to the bewitching strangers. For tonight. He read it in their minds. In those impetuous heads that wouldn’t throb with hangover tomorrow.

Tomorrow their lifeless eyes would stare into the morning light. But they didn’t know and kept dancing closer and closer to their demise. Several times the four of them changed their partners in the dance of death. Reapers and harvests. Palms and eyes and short breath. Heads spinning and chests heaving with need. Loins heavy with want. Legs quivering with effort. Midnight shadows and fire reflections all around. Violins, bagpipes, and flutes raging in a wild crescendo.

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As you sit there reading this, I know that you’re craving to embark on a journey to a marvelous place where you can let your soul soar and experience life, love and lust in their naked, raw form.

Well, you can put that desire to sleep for now… but wouldn’t you really rather take my hand and make a leap into a story that will overwhelm all your senses?

I must warn you though, our world is not for the fainthearted. First fear grabs you in its ironclad fist. You can barely breathe. It hurts as you pull your inhales in and push your exhales out. Your wide-open eyes smart, you writhe in physical agony as you feel every sensation together with my men. You’re dying to avoid the pain… but you’re not a coward. Your pride kicks in and helps you through the bleakest hours, through the moments when all hope seems to be lost. Then relief floods you as you narrowly escape death. Exhilaration fills your every nerve as tremors of adrenaline rush rake your body from head to toes. In this very second you love life more than anything. You clutch it, you cling to it, so that nobody can pry it away from you. You want to live… and you feel it in your guts, in your chest, in your throat. You smell it in the autumn mist, you taste it in deep and hungry kisses, you hear it in your own heartbeat, you see it in the desire-filled eyes of your companion. You feel it under your fingertips as you touch his body. And you shudder with the need as you realize what his look demands. No, you are no longer reading the tale, you are living it. Passionately.

Would you like it?

Have you answered my question?

I truly hope you did. But if you’re scared by dominance & submission, stop reading here. These books aren’t for you. Otherwise – let me take you on a mesmerizing ride you will never forget:

A victim to another man’s cruelty, talented and beautiful theater actor Adhemar Lebeau learned not to trust and not to love anybody but himself. Falsely accused of his master’s murder, he has to accept assistance of mysterious Count Sanyi Arany to later discover his savior is a vampire. Forced both by a fatal illness and aftershocks of torture experienced during his unjust imprisonment, Adhemar agrees to the only possible cure. Rebirth.

Healed in body but not in mind, he guards his independence, free will and heart. He is not able to give love, only the fulfillment of lust. Yet, satiation of sensuous longing is not enough for his Sire and he knows it. When an eerie malady strikes and seems to deplete Sanyi’s life energy for unknown reasons, Adhemar understands his fears and agrees to keep a street boy, Reyach, as a pet for both of them in hope it will soothe the unspoken worries.

Out of necessity he finds himself in the role of the only hunter in their company, and out of attachment he accepts the responsibility readily. Indulgence in blood and carnal pleasures fill his nights and vampiric powers give him the feeling of safety. Until the evening when he carelessly falls prey to High Demon Belial’s plays that quickly turn into more than either of them has bargained for.

In spite of a hard start, Adhemar feels burning urge deep in his heart and no matter how much he denies it, the cause of the strange sensation is a budding seed of affection brought to life by the insufferable demon. But letting Adhemar learn to love somebody other than him is not what seemingly innocent Reyach plans.

Own both books now. For less than the price of a movie ticket you will gain hours of excitement and reading pleasure. And the more you’ll read, the more you’ll crave. Do you need a proof?

From editorial reviews: “Another really imaginative and brilliantly written book. …I can’t wait to read more and see where Ciaran takes us next. Really looking forward to the next one.” Booksessed Bec, #39 top reviewer on Goodreads

Earlier on I asked you the question: “Wouldn’t you really rather take my hand and make a leap into a story that will overwhelm all your senses?” Since you’re still here with me, reading this, I’m going to assume you answered: “Yes.” Well, now that I’ve shown you what a ride packed with emotions I’ll treat you to – it’s time for you to act on this. See you soon – In Blue Poppy Fields.

Still lingering here? Not completely sure if the Guardian Demon series is the right companion for your reading pleasure? Well, you can dip a toe in our world for free. In the prequel to Guardian Demon books: Throne for the Idol, which has earned Compulsion Reads coveted endorsement.

“The Compulsion Reads endorsement is all about discovering and highlighting the best indie books on the market and the talented authors behind them,” says Leslie Ramey, co-owner of Compulsion Reads. “When a reader sees the CR seal on a book’s cover, they know that they’re in for a good read. Throne for the Idol meets this standard, and Ciaran Dwynvil is definitely an author to keep an eye on.”

This tale will carry you to the monastery in Lindisfarena to witness dark, forbidden love between Brother Rikard and High Demon Semiazas, the First of the Fallen.

Thanks for staying here with me until now. I must have really grabbed your attention. *grins* If you’d like to keep in touch, the best way really is through the newsletter subscription. Just imagine that tomorrow there are no social platforms. How can you still get news from me? Well, provided that at least e-mails work, you have your answer – through the newsletter. And you can always reach me on ciarandwynvil@yahoo.com

I also talk about my writing, Guardian Demon Series world, D/s & S/M on my blog: http://ciarandwynvil.wordpress.com/ I would love it if you dropped by to say hello. True, I’m a dom. But quite a friendly one. I won’t bite you unless you absolutely want me to… aaand we better stop here before I get too carried away. *smirks* Thanks again for having me over today.
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It’s Hump Day again, folks and unfortunately I’ve been absent for the last two. It’s been a particularly ghastly few weeks for me and mine. (Well, two of them) And we’ve all been stressed and worried; but, as we know, women are like tea bags…..we don’t know how strong we are until we’re in hot water. 😃 However, things are slowly getting back on track and I’m slowly beginning to lose myself in writing again. The perfect antidote to life’s horrors IMO.

So, onward and upward as they say and in the last two hooks, I’ve told how two sisters are visiting Pontefract Castle where one of the girls has a rather nasty ‘vision’. Her sister, a history buff does a spot of research to try and discover who the man in the vision may be….and this is what she discovers;

So, the poor unfortunate is Anthony Woodville, Earl Rivers, brother to the widowed queen, Elizabeth Woodvile. And yesterday, 25/6/2013 was the anniversary of Anthony’s execution.

To read more hooks, visit This Site sit back and enjoy some great hooks from fabulous authors. 😄

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Hi everyone…it’s Hump Day again and time to read some amazing excerpts from loads of talented writers. So to indulge in some brilliant reading visit this site and enjoy.

Following on from last week and my WIP Ellis Stephen and Ellis are planning how Stephen can sneak into the house without his Mum seeing the tear in his trousers…..now read on;

‘ Mebbe you could sneak into back yard and into the lavvy and…and…’ Ellis stood there, still staring at the offending rent while rubbing a grubby finger up and down his snub nose; always a sign that he was thinking. I knew what he meant, and still smarting and annoyed I snapped, ‘And what, eh? Run passed me mam without me bloody trousers on?’

‘Ahm sorry, Stevie, I was only trying to help’. Ellis’s eyes pooled with tears,his bottom lip trembled and I was immediately contrite. I couldn’t stay angry with Ellis for long…and moving to his side, I laid a hand on his thin,narrow shoulder. ‘Sorry Ell..ah didn’t mean to snap’.

Ellis sniffed and wiped his sleeve along his snotty nose.’Well it might work yer know if yer mam’s busy in’t kitchen’, he said, his sun kissed freckled face brightening, ‘she’ll have ‘er back turned and she mebbe won’t see if you run fast’.